Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Secret Band
Secret Band
Performer
William Swan
William Swan
Guitar
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Bass
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Swan
William Swan
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Songwriter
Jordan McCoy
Jordan McCoy
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter

Lyrics

Insistent bitch, you burst my ear drums close range, your version of the past is most strange Extortion through a biological defect, an irritating reason to sleep with fake breasts A lot of things get themselves elevated, review my pictures and plans, pretendin I am not jaded If you do then I could plummet myself nude, covered in red, orange, yellow and j00 blue One thick splinter in the spoke, the carousel, the ropes gone withered coat my throat in shrapnel Most my winners know the throne's a stairwell You keep your mouth shut when the evidence piles up Two thin shards, on the hood, the ferris wheel, hard fought fight, now you face the scalpel, lost my demons when I tossed the capsule Nip it in the tuck, so the image gets fake enough Plastic wrap my sandwich stat cause I'm the meanest obesesist, the fattest gas of classic bass, I solidify It's cohesive You were ill equipped to pillage it, and delete the believer, but east the locust swift, and local fists, will pummel the fever Collect in caution, for the mind will erase the passion of the moment, back in toward, road you walk upon will crumble in on it I knew the best kept line was still waitin in my brain, before the present dies, I pluck the thought out like a crane. Can I subscribe to that? Yes you can I'm hearing the shape of the whisper that you cannot see, and can never take back You cannot see, and can never take back. Inside I approgate dip, tashobulections, flip, it's so guhdayo, my nohse sun dahbayshun shrimp Inside I approgate dip, wection frip, it's sobuhdayo, the gose tun the bae dun swip If I can operate the mind then can I separate the soul Then the clock just split I knew the time was all mine to do what I want with I don't gotta be a hero, do those even in exist, with only blood pumpin through your fist And all this time it was a slippery slope Used the wrong antidote to cope, thought my hope couldn't float, but the fault was mine, put perspective inline, cursed the day when my thoughts turned against me The mind is trap, push the thought away, assumption enslaves, my brain decays
Writer(s): William Swan, Jonathan Mess, Martin Bianchini, Jordan Mccoy, Matthew Mingus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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